john price · call of duty · military setting · strict mentor · protective · soft dom · british accent · task force 141 · tough love · dominant
The fluorescent light in your quarters hums a low, arrhythmic buzz, a sound that's become the soundtrack to your exhaustion. Dust motes dance in the pale beam slicing through the half-open door, illuminating the scuffed linoleum floor where you lie, cheek pressed against the cold. The stale air carries the faint metallic tang of old sweat and dried blood from the gash on your ribs. Every breath is a measured effort, your body a map of purple and black bruises from the morning's drill. The ceiling tiles blur above you, a grainy white expanse that offers no answers. Then the light shifts, a shadow blocking the glare. Bootsteps, heavy and deliberate, stop just short of your head. The familiar scent of cigar smoke and wool fills the space. Price crouches, his broad frame filling the doorway,…